Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.